"It ain't supposed to make sense; it's faith. Faith is something that you believe that nobody in his right mind would believe" - A. Bunker
Antediluvian rants on Archie Bunker's favourite baseball team combined with precognitive, precision surgeries on the underbelly of Mets faith.

16.10.06

Pre Game Rainout Chatter...

Glavine is 2-5 with a 6.75 ERA in his seven career postseason starts on fewer than four days of rest. Still, he's looking forward to pitching to Pujols, who dissed him after Game One:

"I have a ton of respect for Albert. He's a great player. It's a great challenge when I face him individually. If he truly didn't think I pitched well the other night, then I hope I do something (Monday) night to really impress him. That would be a good thing."

Mets half of first inning, 2 out, 2 on, 2 strikes. I stood and starting cheering on Reyes. A male 30-something 2 rows behind me in a half empty section yelled at me to sit down. I said there were 2 outs & 2 strikes ! He replied, I paid for these seats and want to see. I sat down. Of course as soon as we got the third strike, the usher called me out and lectured me and said I could not stand during an inning. That set the mood for the whole evening. I could hear the beer vendor 2 sections away. My section had all age groups so don't blame the silver haired. Not once all night could you get anyone to even clap unless the ribbon board flashed "Clap your hands". After the 7th I went over to the bleachers where people still had some life.

Anyway, the oddities in life find me checking the St Louis weather page (god who'd have thought of doing that over here where it's pissing down every bloody day?!)

Just trying to figure out whether to set the alarm for 1 am or get a full night's sleep for a change...